Best Gunslingers Poems

THE CITY AND THE STATE OF PLAY TODAY

No one worries about morals today 
They follow the rules they create
So to them all is ok
Those on the outside looking in 
Are the only ones feeling queasy 
As avarice and selfishness triumphs
So easily 

Good corporate citizens they...

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painted in black from head to foot
like a mourner
why not a veil and snowy white
showy wedding gown
after all, nunsense knows
that we are the bride of Christ
while we are at it let’s glue
some angel’s wings and halo
to our ensemble
and heigh ho purchase
a white horse of course
the...

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One or two of us
Were home on leave;
For the rest of us,
Christmas came by mail.

Our callsign: Gunslingers.
Our Military Transition Team
Was embedded with 
The "Triple Deuce" Iraqi Infantry,

For a year our home
Was LSA Diamondback
Mosul, Nineveh province,
In northern Iraq

A Team member's wife
Gave us all Santa hats.
I have...

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make believe wild west
fingers pointed and thumbs cocked
back yard gunslingers


For the "guns" contest

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Buck was a tough man
very fast with his gun
always just one step
ahead of the law

He rode from town to town
never staying all that long
because as soon as word got out
the young gunslingers would come

Now Buck was not a man
to go looking for trouble
but it seemed...

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Once upon a time in the lands from the north, south, east to west    
Navigating on the cold white sands formed of sugar and ice        
Crest be blessed with gold, and silver, the sunset and...

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Slimy gloppy corn smut
Smeared on a tortilla
Tastes like a monkey's butt
Thank you, Pancho Villa.

Crows' hearts in chili sauce
Beer-battered crickets
Bad luck and double-cross
Ten dollar tickets.

Bar fight in El Dorado
Devil on the trail
Mule train in Colorado
Bandits of the rail.

Vampires and gunslingers
Snakes off the grill
Harlots, saloon keepers,
Ghosts of...

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. for public domain

All Day Tomorrow

( a cast of characters in song )

Homeless Jo and Jane:

We've got all day tomorrow,
to wait by the New Jersey shore,
to beg for a nickel
'cause we're in a pickle.
No end to us being so poor.

Tonight let us rub off our...

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© 2011 (by Jim Sularz)
(The true story of Frank Eaton – AKA “Pistol Pete”)


There’s a saying out West, know by gunslingers best,
that’ll deep six you in a knotty pine casket.
One you should never forget, lest you end up stone dead,
“There’s always a man – just...

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Brexit Sonnet No. 29
‘Snake Oil’
 

The tumbleweed rolls with silence across our set,
Saloon doors swing to access boarded walk,
As gunslingers stride their silent deadly threat,
And graveyard stones of next to greet do talk. 
The Sheriff’s jail is filled with drunks and bums.
Saloon plays not its...

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while working one evening at the plant,
an older man began explaining to a younger man next to him
just how easy it would be for him to get away with 
killing someone.

the young man,
now more attentive than ever before
(once the older man mentioned that he would...

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He use to carry guns,Back in the day.
But he had put them up,to start a new way.
He found a wife,and would settle down.
Just a short stretch,on the outside of town.
A young daughter,the two would raise.
And soon forgot, his gunslinger days.
Then they came,their intentions were clear.
To...

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Sitting here casually thinking to myself, wanting to pen something new,
I visualize that I could easily write about anything.

I could write about you and the way her smile sparkles so brilliantly,
And the way her hair flows elegantly and shines.
I could write about how we tolerate...

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I wish to be in the bowl
Where the moon and the sun shine.
Outside here is the Armageddon
Where the saint gnash their teeth 
In pain and in vain.


In the bowl lives the repentance:
The gunslingers turn the Seraphims
And the gaolbirds become the Cherubs
Singing sonorously at the treasury...

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Fort Worth to El Paso, a long stretch of tracks
Deputies securing Wells Fargo money sacks,
With reins in hand, stagecoach en route
Jessie’s gang kicks dust, chasing the loot.

Oil lamps hanging on the tavern’s post
Saloons filled with men who drink the most. 
Split rails and troughs in...

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